She found her way into the shower stall on rubbery legs. All of the toiletries were lain out before her on a low shelf. She adjusted the water temperature and gingerly stepped into the hard stream of water. Her knees buckled with another orgasm as the spray of hot water hit the front of her body. Her nipples stood out from her tits a full inch and a half and her clit was as big as her thumb. She tried to turn her body so that the water did not splash against her torso directly. This worked somewhat and her orgasm ebbed away...until she tried to soap herself. She soaped up the loofah sponge with a fragrant body wash after rinsing her face and hair. She used the soapy sponge to scrub her face, neck and arms, cleaning off the cum that was drying there. She then brushed the sponge lightly against her stomach and felt a quivering begin within her, like butterflies when you're nervous. She tentatively drew the sponge upward to wash her breasts and the roughness of the loofah against her swollen nipples sent her reeling against the shower stall wall for support. Panting, she started to intentionally rub her tits and nipples with the coarse sponge, pinching her nipples with her other hand. Depraved, she couldn't help but to pull the sensitive flesh, tweaking her nipples, pulling them far away from her body and then letting them wetly snap back from between her finger. Her nipple grew ever more swollen, aching to be tormented. She pulled and twisted and looked down in excited horror as she saw the abuse that was making her come. She pushed the sponge hard against her stomach, scratching the smooth skin, drawing it downward to the wet cleft between her legs. When she reached her clit, it was like dizzying fireworks were going off behind her eyes. She did the same thing to her distended clit that she had done to her nipples, twisting and pulling and making it ache with lust. The large nub grew and grew, swelling and engorging with blood, becoming ever more sensitive. She held it tightly between her thumb and forefinger and dipped the rest of her fingers into her unbelievably tight pussy. She yanked mercilessly on her clit and rubbed the rough, sandpapery sponge against her sensitive nipples, bringing herself to yet another screaming orgasm. She ended up on her knees, her face was crammed against the tiled shower wall, propping up the rest of her body. Her one hand had worked itself fully into her convulsing cunt, while the other hand roamed between roughly pulling on her nipples to savagely pinching her clit. Brianna had no idea how long she remained pinned to the floor, as wave upon wave of ecstasy cascaded over her like the warm water of the shower. As the spasms abated, she found that she was able to wash herself up without becoming excited. It was like the sensitivity became numbed for a moment after she came. She washed her hair and body, every pore on her body seemed to open up and drink from the fresh warm water. She exited the shower and dried off, patting herself lightly so as not to become excited, once again. As she went to the mirror to brush her hair, she was stunned to find beautifully radiant woman staring at her. After the shocks and disorientation of the last few weeks, it took her a moment to realize that she was looking in the mirror. Her skin was glowing, her cheeks had a blush to them naturally and even her hair was highlighted and had such a luxuriant sheen to it. She found herself taking in her reflection for quite some time. Her body was exquisite. Toned, understated musculature. Exceptional posture and poise. Even her distorted nipples and clit gave her an air of exotic and erotic mystique. As she slowly brushed her hair and drank in her form, her psyche started to come to terms with her situation and to consider that such a bad circumstance after all.

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